Lex: Let's be
frank, Dominic. My father sent you here to spy on me because
he's
afraid of how well I'm doing. This was my last chance to prove myself
and
he just assumed I'd fail. Now he has to revise his definition of
me. I'm not just
his screw-up son anymore. Now I'm competition. And my
father only knows
one way of dealing with competition.
Dominic: There are some things better left between patient and
therapist, Lex.
Is he implying that Lex is mad or is he bored with him?